I didn't want food,I ached for something in my heart,A longing that brought me back through the darkness,Through a long dark night,

Stenches,Old smells,Old energy,I had to barrel through,

That day when I realized my eating disorder had a grip on me,I still stood on my eating disorder pedestal,While demons whispered into my ear,About how I could hurt myself more,When really the demons were my souls wounds,Pain I ran from,Ran from fast,

Now my hands grip my thighs again,I lay in the bed,White walls,Window to the outside,Students outside,I feel so isolated,So alone,